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to sleep
Go to sleep

My my my my
My my my my

On the shelf I have six buckets
And they're all for you
Full of little things that we can do

You'll
of the hurricane

I'm flopping on my bed like a flying squirrel
Like a little girl hurt by the big bad world
Yeah it's twisting up my insides
Can't hide it
of the hurricane

I'm flopping on my bed like a flying squirrel
Like a little girl hurt by the big bad world
Yeah it's twisting up my insides
Can't hide it
of the hurricane

I'm flopping on my bed like a flying squirrel
Like a little girl hurt by the big bad world
Yeah it's twisting up my insides
Can't hide it
Fly-by-nights from Riverside
Black and white plates, out of state, 
Running a little bit late

Sailors jockey for the fast lane
101 don't miss it
Rolling
And the theatre's fillin' to the brim
With slave girls and a hot spurn bucket full of sin

Metropolitan area with interchange and connections
Fly-by-nights from
Fly-by-nights from Riverside
Black and white plates, out of state, 
Running a little bit late

Sailors jockey for the fast lane
101 don't miss it
Rolling
And the theatre's fillin' to the brim
With slave girls and a hot spurn bucket full of sin

Metropolitan area with interchange and connections
Fly-by-nights from
little time
We have left in our lives

And if you fall down
Fall down I will be there on my knees
So when you break down
Break down I?ll wipe the tear from
onto me like I was your little life raft
Please know that you were mine as well
Drops of water hit the ground like God's own tears
And spread out into
you were mine as well
Drops of water hit the ground like God's own tears
And spread out into shapes like
Salad bowls and basins and buckets for
the jackals sit and watch the pedigods last flesh
Poison functions accompanied by six armor clad
Black horse and buggy mechanism
Tugged a portion of my
Oh, oh
I stood by the exit door of the hotel cafe
He was playing with his band
I've always been a sucker
Had a weakness for a boy with a guitar
of politicians I shed a tear
Too many in the bucket of stolen music that I hear
Let me make it clear
Talking about the soul snatching
But they don't want
the little locs are getting a little too loc'ed
And when it comes to dust, they kick up the most
Say the wrong word 
Then whistle down the street to your
like
(Bang bang bang bang)
Turn it up like
(Boom boom boom boom)
Let it bang
Let it bang

Pulled up in a bucket, blowing on a blunt
Beat hittin
the little locs are getting a little too loc'ed
And when it comes to dust, they kick up the most
Say the wrong word 
Then whistle down the street to your
and told them color me bad
Blue faces
Get that new money, and it’s breaking me down honey

Two tears in the bucket I cry with you
But I could never lie
it beat like
(Bang bang bang bang)
Turn it up like
(Boom boom boom boom)
Let it bang
Let it bang

[Verse 1]
Pulled up in a bucket, blowing
Bring that bucket in here. Get some ice, man. Two more bottles of brew man.

Peace to the God, peace dog.
Pull out a little liquor,
Shame on a nigga,
Men have died and shot folks for this game
All to get a rusty bucket of nails at the end of a platinum rainbow
No, game

[Chorus]
Some have died
be hectic and comin' for that head piece protect it 
Fuck it, two tears in a bucket 
Niggaz want the ruckus? Yo bust it at me son, now bust it
plate
Bill him what, half of that he have it late
His best friend by the yellow crates
Suicide, tears tryna hesitate
Only seventeen, damn, seventeen
have a oooorgy !
(after the) Paaaaarty !
We're gonna have a oooorgy !

I tear it up when I head it up 
Like hurricane stuff,
Keep it smooth like
that headpiece, protect it
Fuck it, two tears in a bucket
Niggaz want the ruckus?

So bust it at me, son, now bust it
Styles, I get buck wild
Method man